by Charlie 🌈
The problem with potential is...
|Call it naïvety and loop back around.
You were crosslegged and smoking cigarettes
as though they'd slowly kill every person who'd
ever dared to love me less than you did.
I had this flashbang realization that I wanted
a formal introduction to every fingertip
lucky enough to call your body canvas.
I hated hearing about your life in terms of before and after,
especially because I was part of the latter,
so when you lost your resolve just as I began to
break, my temples started pounding pavement
so hard you had no choice but to shield
yourself from the buckshot blast.